The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1887-02-09
PERILS Or AUTHORSHIP.

Milured'S pretty face wore q new eX-
preston as SHE toyed with her teaspoon
and tried to finish her roll and coffee.
John had just left her for his office.
They had been married three months,
and the serious aspects Of life were for
the first time presenting themselves.
II wish l could do something to help
abStlactedly out Of the window. Vie
has to work SO hard - and sho gave a
little sigh.
"NYhnt can 1 do?" she pondored,
"What, can l doY" she asked herself
again and again, as with deft touch
she Strengthened and arranged the
dainty apartment.
Suddenly her face looked rs il the
door lad opened and flooded 1t with
sunlight.
II know what / will 10; | Will write
n story, know l Can if l try. People
do not have to be so awfully clever TO
40 that. 1t is IL knack, not q talent.
There Is Mrs. , who has made heaps
Of money; and her stories aIe only poor
trush-all Of them. John says So
Before another hour had passed the
Outline OF a plot was dancing in her X
cited young brain, and rs soon as she
could got the time she sat down with a
TER itll1l ttlIl Ollhl lSllCO pCllSl. ~ Il y CTtlllO
Il pause. SLOW shall | beginp,,
She drew little geometric figures on
the margin Of her paper as SHE reflected,
her thoughts seeming to reyolvo lii a
circle. returning over to the place from
whence they started. Finally she
wrote.
Gin u small village on the banks
Ofo-
ooh, that is commonplace. No;
that will not do.n And she tore of
The first sheet Of her pad and reelected
again, then wrote:
"Erank Atwood was the only son of
at
"No, no; that is too stupid" and the
second sheet Of the pad went into the
waste basket.
She recalled what John had said Of
tAe SipN1 1uotS Htst tlYee PAGES, Which
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elbntDat l--fD JolntW aS Il j~onru1liBl
aiid litaraiy cii1iu. ana iis standards.
Nnd jlGtlN. werojust on The measure ot.
iiSr 9Ru.. 40 sho thOuglit With pteat
d~ciecenta 81 what nA had said aDou5
'%tlo Ia rigbp,'R SAID With doGie ion.
SIT is the personal interest in the
characters which we are looking for in
reading q story, All that comes before
that Is tedious superlulty.
II will dash right on with a letter
from the heroine, which will at once
explain the situation SO with tho
confidence which came from feeling
herself at last on the right track, she
wrote:
"Dear Frank return herewith the
letters, which OF course l have now no
right to keep. | need not tell you what
it costs me.
81 have reflected much upon what
You said yesterday. but 1 am at least
resolved. 1 Will not sec you again.
ANY attempt to make mo break this re-
solve will be rruitless. God knows YOU
have only yourself to blame that this
"Pleaso ma'am," said The cook, COM
ing suddenly in upon the young auth
Dress, "Please ma'am, the butcher IS
here. VIII you come and see him and
give the order yourself about havin'
them chops frenched, or whatever it
is"
"Oh,. what a BORE" sighed Mildred.
II was Just getting into the swing Of
it," And She left the manuscript upon
her desk to be resumed later.
The matter OF the chops disposed OF
there we're other things requiring at
tention.
at last, however, she was at her
desk again. She read over the letter
with which her story opened to see
how it sounded. REALLY" said she,
~ think That starts OF very WE'LL" and
then she took up the broken thread.
only yourself to blame that this mar